I Didn’t Believe In Ghosts


One of my friends who was on the road to church saw two people who took their lives yesterday. It happened just before her eyes. When we prayed together, she was still shaking from such a terrible experience.

Sometimes life becomes unbearable. People who put their hope in their own abilities, gifts and talents, in a  job, a relationship, their health, get discouraged. Anxiety and depression kick in. I’ve been there.

Disappointment can be powerful. Pain may be so heavy that the brain cannot handle it anymore. We try to help each other, but even the strongest human being gets tired, gets old and has to leave the earth one day.

What to do?

I was an atheist. I thought science had the ultimate answers to my questions about life. But it didn’t. When you are alone with your own thoughts, you see there is no earthly help that is there for you forever.

I started to read about some solutions other people said they found in life philosophies. I looked for what was important in life, things like peace, happiness, knowledge… Unfortunately, they were limited to good intentions only. I wanted something to surpass “here and now.” Then I looked into personalities and “gods” of different religions to give me the sense of life. I was disappointed again when I realized that each of them was dead.

I looked into the Christian religion and I didn’t like it. I was sick and tired of rules and commandments. Then somebody presented me Jesus.

“Religion can’t give you the sense of life, but Jesus can.” That sounded weird. I didn’t believe in ghosts.

“Aren’t religion and Jesus the same thing?” I asked.

“Religion is a set of rules that claim to take you to heaven. Jesus is not a set of rules. He is a person. He is the truth and the way to live forever.”

I looked into what I was told. I said, “Jesus, if you are out there, give me a sign.” I needed something that only a supernatural intervention could do. And He did it.

He invited me in a relationship with Him. Yes, He has a mouth and speaks directly to the heart. He gave me courage in life. He was with me through the deepest valleys. When I was on the verge of taking my own life, He gave me hope. When depression got me, He freed me.

That’s why I wrote this. I’m a witness.





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